adulthood for beginners.

Free Summer Movies

Wed, 15 May 2013 13:52:13 -0400

Free Summer Movies begin this Friday, May 17th. Pack a picnic, grab a blanket or chair and come watch films with fellow New Yorkers. NYC Parks will host Movie Night with a showing of “Wreck It Ralph” on 5/17 at 7:30pm at the Frederick B Judge Playground in Queens.

For a complete list of films this summer, visit http://bit.ly/iAfhAJ

I live in New York. I should do more New Yorky things.

The things we do for children. I hear it’s pretty worth...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 00:04:59 -0500

The things we do for children. I hear it’s pretty worth it.

humansofnewyork:

Seen on the Upper West Side

A short, great NBA x Jay-Z story

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 00:46:09 -0500

A short, great NBA x Jay-Z story:

usatodaysports:

On a flight to London two years ago, an NBA executive was on the same plane with Jay-Z, a part-owner of the Brooklyn Nets.

The then-New Jersey Nets were scheduled to play the Toronto Raptors in two regular-season games in London, and the NBA executive chatted with Jay-Z on the flight. Nearing landing, curiosity got the best of the executive who wanted to know what Jay-Z listed as his occupation on his UK Border Agency Landing Card.

Jay-Z revealed his card, and under “Occupation,” Jay-Z had written, “CEO.” Just CEO.

Not CEO of this company or that company. Just CEO. Sounds about right.

— USA TODAY Sports’ Jeff Zillgitt

Are you reading our twice-weekly NBA A-to-Z notebook?

Ball so hard.

Word.

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 11:57:00 -0500

Word.

I’m somewhere behind the smoke stacks....

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 12:20:58 -0400

I’m somewhere behind the smoke stacks. Crazy.

noahkalina:

the day after yesterday

Tonight, tonight.

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:03:47 -0400

It was an odd evening to begin with: a weeknight in the middle of the fall, typically my busy season but suddenly quiet, and I was faced with dueling invitations with two friends I very much wanted to see. My evening agenda fell into place: leave the office around 4:30, drop off bag at home, be downtown (DOWNtown) by 6 for invite #1, leave at 7:30 and arrive at invite #2 promptly at 8. It was a natural progression, going from a salon opening in the Financial District to a dive bar in the East Village for my alumni club’s Trivia Night. Hell, why not, right?

At my first destination, I enjoyed bubbly and hors d’oeuvres with my friend who worked for the salon, then poured myself into a cab and headed uptown. The bar was decked out in full Big Midwestern School regalia in honor of our event, and they were collecting for the alumni scholarship fund at the door. I walked in, saw my friend at the bar and we hugged as we sat back down. As I threw my coat over my chair, I looked over my shoulder, and there he was.

In the corner. With some other guy. Wearing glasses? Funny, only because I was wearing mine too. I had to process it in three waves.

First, disbelief: Is that? Christ. Seriously, of all places? Here?? Just sitting in the corner? WTF.

Secondly, mild, albeit silent and invisible panic: Ho. LEE. SHIT.

Finally, a steadfast zenlike calmness took over as I was fully absorbing what had just transpired: Walk away. Get out of here. No reason to stay. Just go. You don’t need to be here, you don’t have to subject yourself to this, and you don’t need him.

I calmly alerted my friend and said we’d stay for one drink, but that I wasn’t interested in staying much longer.

I thought back to the day he left. We’d just broken up on a chilly March afternoon that dropped 15 degrees as we sat outside the Museum of Natural History.

After 45 minutes, as melodramatically as possible, he handed me the set of keys to my apartment that had been his for the last two months and said, “These belong to you.”

While walking to the subway, which was in the same direction as my apartment, it dawned on him he’d left all of his winter coats in my coat closet. Where are those keys when you need ‘em, I joked. He followed me home, cleaned out the six or seven jackets and left.

******************************************************************************************

But tonight. Tonight was good. It answered a lot of questions:

You’re alive.

Still living in New York, I see.

And you’re still with her!

And, yes, I’m still hurt and upset and angry. I NEVER deserved the devastation and disappointment you caused.

But I’m so glad I’m not with someone as soulless as you. That must be hard, and sad, and that’s truly a shame.

And, it’s confirmed: I don’t even know what I would say to you if I ran into you, which I knew would inevitably happen eventually.

During the silent, invisible mild panic that temporarily froze me in that bar stool, everything I’ve ever thought about saying to you in the last year and a half flooded my mind. The spectrum of emotion I could have summoned on a whim ranged from genuine kindness to pure, inescapable rage that’s festered in my soul and in my memory and in my apartment since the day you moved everything out and told me you were leaving, but not before you got in your parting shot:

“I still love you.”

Then you picked your coats back up and left. And I haven’t seen you since, until tonight.

Here’s what I should have said then, and what you don’t deserve to hear now:

No you don’t. I don’t think you ever did. You tried, and you wanted to, but you couldn’t. You were hurt, and scared, and you ran, but you’re not strong enough to stay away from the pain you’ve become numb to. I couldn’t make you stay, and you didn’t want to. I should have let you go at New Year’s, and you should have gone back then. In a way, you’re perfect together. You don’t deserve her, but you refuse to believe it. And she doesn’t deserve you, but neither of you will ever realize it. And somehow, that’s the dynamic you’ve settled on. So go. You shouldn’t be there, but you shouldn’t be here either. Not with me.

Instead, I said what I thought you needed to hear:

“I still love you too.”

Because I did. But I don’t anymore.

You walked out and I closed the door behind you. I sat down on my couch and just remember this sigh of relief leaving me, as though I knew I’d just dodged a bullet. A steadfast, zenlike calmness took over as I fully absorbed what had just transpired. Even so, I fell apart.

But tonight, when I walked out of the bar and onto First Avenue, I felt it again.

I sighed, and smiled, and walked away.

organicavenue: Troy has been working in our Upper West Side...

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 23:43:34 -0400

organicavenue:

Troy has been working in our Upper West Side boutique for the past 3 months with a diet consisting of 95% percent Organic Avenue goodness!

To date he has dropped 45 pounds & feels better than he has in a very long time:)

We are so excited about your weight loss success, Troy! So happy to have you on our team, sharing the LOVE* with you. It’s so inspiring to see what a fresh pressed, living vegan lifestyle can do! http://on.fb.me/KWzGS1

Inspiring. Incredible achievement on a lot of levels.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the new state slogan of...

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 23:43:28 -0400

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the new state slogan of New Jersey: Hey, it’s not ALL bad.

ilovecharts: What it takes to make a quarter-pound...

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 23:22:09 -0400

ilovecharts:

What it takes to make a quarter-pound hamburger.

Wowzers.

thefluffingtonpost: Socks the Cat: A Retrospective Presidential...

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 22:42:26 -0400

thefluffingtonpost:

Socks the Cat: A Retrospective

Presidential pets are a long-held American tradition, and Socks — the Kitty-in-Chief from 1993 to 2001 — was known to occasionally usurp the limelight on the Clinton family.

Here now, we look back at his legacy in the White House.

Images courtesy of Flickr/The U.S. National Archives.

Confession: I had a Socks the Cat t-shirt bought from a street vendor in DC that I bought when we went to the Inauguration in 1993.

This is all I want: a Jay to my Bey. And honestly, it’s...

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 03:17:00 -0400

This is all I want: a Jay to my Bey. And honestly, it’s not too much to ask.

barackobama: “As women, we must stand up for ourselves. We must...

Wed, 02 May 2012 23:53:51 -0400

barackobama:

“As women, we must stand up for ourselves. We must stand up for each other. We must stand up for justice for all.”—Michelle Obama

A male colleague in his early sixties told me yesterday he “can’t imagine” an educated woman voting for Romney. “This election is gonna come down to women. They better take notice.” We are, sir. Trust me, we are.

This isn't exactly how it's supposed to go.

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 02:14:51 -0400

Dominos.com.
Nutrition? Click.
Open in iBooks? Why the fuck not? Let’s delay the inevitable.
Fuck. Come on! Load. List instead of bookshelf. There it is. Click.
Serving size. Medium. 1/4th of a pizza.
Crust, thin. That makes one of us. Calories? 110-170. So…140 for a medium? Times four.
Sauce? BBQ. Oh. For 1/8th of a pizza. 15-30. Let’s stick with 15. It wasn’t that big of a surface area. Times eight.
Cheese? Also for 1/8th. With toppings, that’s 45-80. Motherfuck me. Times eight.
Toppings. Chicken. They have chorizo at Domino’s? I didn’t know that. But chicken. For one serving. 15-30. Times four. Pineapple. FINALLY, something I can feel good about. 5-15! Times four.
Let’s see. 280, 560, plus 120, plus 360, plus 100, plus 40…1,180 calories. Plus 920. I demolished the cheesy bread too.
If only this were blackjack.

theclearlydope: Clearly Dope Ad Design: Those aren’t bullets...

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 01:52:14 -0400

theclearlydope:

Clearly Dope Ad Design: Those aren’t bullets its ad copy …. for a barber shop.

Thanks MKC

Louisville, y’all. Has Bruce been trained at Bumble&Bumble or Ft. Knox? Both?

I truly feel people might be more responsive to everything...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:44:20 -0400

I truly feel people might be more responsive to everything everyone in Washington says if it were all slow jammed.

thehoulywoodreporter:

barackobama:

“I’m President Barack Obama. And I too want to slow-jam the news.”

FOUR MORE YEARS!

wnyc: latimes: Developing Chavez Ravine is likely in play for...

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 00:15:25 -0400

wnyc:

latimes:

Developing Chavez Ravine is likely in play for new Dodgers owner: Real estate experts say the rich price Guggenheim Baseball Management paid for the team probably means it is looking to do more with the land surrounding Dodger Stadium than simply park cars.

Photo: An aerial photograph of Dodger Stadium in November. Credit: Brian van der Brug / Los Angeles Times

Meanwhile, on the left coast, there is plenty of parking. Plenty. —A.P.

Tonight at the gym in NYC, I ran in my Dodgers shirt and got a little excited when I realized my team is kinda rockin’ it right now. I look at this and feel the same say I feel when I land at LAX. And now, I hear this in the back of my head (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L64c5vT3NBw&feature=youtube_gdata_player). My brother’s right: it’s only a matter of time before I fulfill my ancestral destiny. But what if you have two ancestral destinies?

wnyc: Woah. -Jody, BL Show- (h/t @KatieBakes) YES.

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 23:37:40 -0400

wnyc:

Woah.

-Jody, BL Show-

(h/t @KatieBakes)

YES.

America in a nutshell. Heaven help us. Hudson Newsstand, JFK...

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 01:29:18 -0400

America in a nutshell. Heaven help us.
Hudson Newsstand, JFK Airport, March 28, 2012

Balance and bullshit

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 07:04:39 -0400

I never cease to be amazed by how life always manages to balance itself out, whether or not it’s planned or even conscious. For instance, the night we gained an hour back in the fall, I was having one of the most fun nights in recent memory at a friend’s wedding in Key West. Conversely, for the springing forward, I spent 22 (23? Who’s counting?) hours at work and catching a 10am flight. Go figure.

Pretty good haul at the St. Agnes branch NYPL. A little...

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 01:39:55 -0500

Pretty good haul at the St. Agnes branch NYPL. A little inspiration, a little escapism, a lot of awesome reading ahead. (And maybe world domination.)